Li Hong was thoughtful and specially arranged for Cai Jixiang to send Pei Fan out of the palace first. After this farce, he had completely lost his trust in Ming Chongyan.

However, Li Hong has always been a generous person. Based on the principle of having a date or not, he still asked Ming Chongyan to poke a few needles.

The effect is acceptable, and the feeling of panic has been relieved. That's all. In recent years, Li Hong has become a doctor for a long time. Although he cannot cure the disease, he can accurately measure the medical skills of different imperial doctors.

Ming Chongyan's medical skills are only a little higher than ordinary imperial doctors, and Li Hong still puts all his hopes on Pei Fanxian.

Pei Fan first watched Cai Jixiang get into a very small palace and arrange carriages and horses.

The fan-shaped ring top with short front and long back firmly holds the house under it, allowing the palace to show a lively and cute temperament.

Among the single-eaved wing roofs with double eaves, it looks unique.

This is a fan-shaped palace. Generally, the palace with this roof is smaller in shape and is not common. It is usually provided for slaves and eunuchs.

Not long after, Cai Jixiang came back with an oil-walled cart. Fan Xian didn't expect that he was still sitting in the carriage and planned to send him home conscientiously.

The two sat firmly, and the carriage slowly urged. When they left the imperial city area, Cai Jixiang said, "Pei Lang, you must be careful of Ming Chongyan. He is vicious and can do anything."

The old eunuch had a good vision and actually saw that Ming Chongyan's treacherousness was the object of winning over.

"I understand, but he dares not harm me." Fan Xian said confidently.

"Now I am the one who wants to make medicine for His Highness. If they harm me, wouldn't your Highness have no medicine to eat?"

Cai Jixiang suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly, making sense.

The carriage continued to move forward, and the scenery of the Datang Street Market was in sight. They were now running along the straight and wide road running through the north and south of Chang'an City - Zhuque Street.

Bai Juyi has a poem saying: "Hundreds of thousands of families are like Go games, and the twelve streets are like vegetable beds."

The overall structure of Chang'an City is in a tic-tactic pattern. Inside and outside the yard, there are horizontal and vertical lines separated into blocks. They look up from afar and look at the distance, with extraordinary momentum.

Just as the carriage was about to turn into Xishifangmen, Pei Fanxian suddenly spoke: "Eunuch Cai, I'm going to Yongningfang."

"Yongningfang?" Cai Jixiang frowned. This is going to cause trouble!

No one in the palace knew that Pei Fanxian was driven out by the Pei family who lived in Yongningfang. He has ignored it for many years and let it die.

Now, Pei Fanxian, who has recovered, takes the initiative to come to the door, and he will definitely have a big fun!

In Yongning Square, the Pei clan was also not calm.

By the time the Tang Dynasty established its throne, the Pei clan in Hedong had developed into the most powerful clan.

There are many branches in the clan, but there are horse houses, east coupon houses, Zhong coupon houses, etc.

The Dongqianfang, which Pei Fanxian belonged to, was weak during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of Tang, and no talents could be in charge of the government.

Now the clan has the final say, it is the uncle of Uncle Fan Xian Pei Judao, who is known as the third uncle.

Dongqianfang has been ineffective. Since Pei Fanxian was born, the third uncle finally found the reason.

It’s all this sick person who is dragged down!

Thinking back then, our Dongqian clan...

Since entering the Tang Dynasty, there seems to be no official worthy of praise.

Oh, the family is unfortunate!

Under the leadership of the third uncle, the number of children with official positions in the East Voucher Room was more than a dozen, and they all knelt together.

The third uncle stepped forward and faced everyone.

"We are gathered together today to comfort our ancestors!"

Behind him, there was a portrait hanging on the high wall. It was an old man with a white beard and wearing an official robe. This was their ancestor who created the world in the East Voucher Room, Pei Ji.

But this ancestor is a bit far away from the present day and is hundreds of years old.

Everyone was ready and just waiting for the third uncle to give order.

The third uncle made a good look, then knelt down and howled: "The ancestors and ancestors are above, and the unfilial descendants are sick Pei Fanxian, finally died today!"

The slammed and the children immediately followed suit. For a moment, in the small room, there were jingling sounds one after another.

Thinking of the bad luck over the years, my third uncle couldn't help but feel emotional.

"In recent years, Dongqian's room has not been able to cheer up, and it is all caused by this diseased seedling. Juro had the best academic performance and was about to take the imperial examination that year. Who knew that he had passed by the diseased seedling before, and he got coughing and almost vomited blood."

"I haven't obtained the Jinshi, and I am still acting as a Wanlang until today."

Juro behind him had a beautiful face, about twenty years old, and when he heard the third uncle's talk, tears flowed.

Who knows the hardships of Wan Lang!

In fact, Shiro's official rank is not low, and he is only seventh-rank. Even if he has been in a hard work for more than ten years, he has been lucky enough to pass the Jinshi and has just entered the officialdom, but he can only be awarded a seventh-rank official.

From this perspective, Juro takes a big advantage. As long as he becomes an official safely, he can be promoted to another level after three years of official rank.

In this way, if he is less than thirty years old, Shiro can join the ranks of intermediate officials of the Tang Dynasty and put on red robe.

The only regrettable thing is Wanlang's business scope.

Twenty or thirty beautiful boys stood in front of the funeral procession, singing and dancing to lead the dead souls to the Pure Land of Bliss.

These carefully selected beautiful boys are Wanlang.

In layman's terms, it's the coffin carrying.

Although it is a shortcut to becoming an official, it still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Especially for people like Juro who have aspirations.

"There was that year, because of my kindness in the morning, I gave him a meal, and the opportunity for promotion was gone!" someone behind me said again.

Everyone nodded immediately. The person who was talking was named Pei Cong, who was originally a rising star in the East Voucher Room.

He had already decided to be the governor of Huazhou, but was attacked by illness, broke his legs, delayed the assessment, and the cooked duck flew away.

For a moment, the crowd was in high spirits, and everyone could not count the adverse effects Pei Fanxian had on the East Voucher Room over the years, and it was so hard to write about!

When the sick girl was driven to the West City, it was also voted by the whole clan. Except for Pei Erlang, who had some problems with his brain, agreed unanimously.

Since he left, everyone's life has been better.

This morning, news came again that the sick girl was really dead. A big stone in the third uncle's heart finally fell to the ground.

Ancestors are virtuous!

This sick qi ghost finally died, and their fortune in the Dongqianfang lineage will definitely be like the rising sun...

In front of Pei's mansion, the sick girl Pei Fan was eager to try.

With Fan Xian's insistence, Cai Jixiang drove away without getting involved in their family. Jixiang felt very regretful. It was a pity that such a lively event could not be encountered in a year.

How many years have passed!
Chapter completed!